It's good to know there are still decent people out there.
I’ve met some great people on the road, and – believe it or nor – not one single A-hole. I’ve been lucky. I even met up with some lawyers who turned out to be OK. They were a bit cautious, but considering their social class it was to be expected.
I pulled into a rest stop on I-10 in Texas and noticed about a dozen new Harley Dressers – all identical models, all identical paint jobs. We started talking and I heard their tale. They had been setting around their country club one day trying to come up with something new to do and decided a motorcycle ride to Mexico City would be adventurous. They went to the local Harley shop and put in their order. The hired a mechanic with pickup and parts, booked a tour and headed for Mexico. They were on their way home to Nebraska (?) when we met up. One couple wanted to leave the group and see something besides the Interstate so they tagged along with me. They were a bit uncomfortable in a couple of the diners, but enjoyed themselves when they realized that Cowboys and Good Ole Boys were good people too. Camping on back roads was to them Ultimate Danger and Adventure.
I imagine they had some good tales to tell when they made it back to the club.